CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT Dravyn’s POV The bodyguard turned to look at his colleague, and they exchanged glances at each other, but he looked like he didn’t know what to say. All the eyes in the room were on him, waiting for him to give a response to my question, but he remained speechless. “You haven’t answered my question, didn’t you hear me?” “I heard you, Alpha Logan.” “Then why are you wasting my time?” My voice was calm, but my eyes were glaring at him, and I was so impatient at that moment. I turned to look at Cyhilenia, and I could see the look in her eyes, it was missed with so much pain and curiosity, yet she remained calm. I wondered how she did it, probably because Peyton was there, or maybe she just knew how to do it. “Go on, we are waiting.” I was fed up with his silence, and I got up from my seat at once, walking up to him with slow but steady steps. “I…I can’t remember, Alpha Logan. I only know that we were asked to accompany them by Lady Peyton and bring the phones
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